Chapter 52: Chen Huixing, I died at your hands, and everything is…

Pei Jiqing was in a very poor condition when he was wheeled into the emergency room.

His body was covered in horrific bruises, as if he'd been ruthlessly crushed and hastily pieced back together. The bruises spread glaringly, like a silent accusation.

The monitor's alarm pierced the air sharply. Pei Jiqing was reacting violently to conventional medication, as if resisting all treatment.

The doctor removed his mask, his brow furrowed. He explained that a special medication couldn't be seen in public, and that Wei Ji, the supplier with the most available supplies, would be needed.

Wei Ji arrived faster than anyone expected.

His car was parked across the hospital, and the slam of the car door startled passersby.

Then, he saw Chen Huixing.

Chen Huixing stood nearby, his clothes disheveled, his cuffs stained with dried blood. He looked drained of all strength, but Wei Ji didn't give him a moment to breathe. He grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

"Chen Huixing," Wei Ji's voice was hushed, each word laced with rage about to burst. "You bastard! What did you do to Ji Qing?"

His knuckles turned white from the strain, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged fiercely, as if he was about to tear the person in front of him apart in an instant.

In the hospital corridor, the air was so thick that it felt like you could squeeze blood out of it.

Chen Huixing grabbed Wei Ji's collar, his knuckles turning white from the pressure, his voice hoarse and unremarkable. "Where's the medicine you brought? Give it to me! Now!"

His eyes were red, as if blood would drip out at any moment. He had lost all trace of his usual calm and composed demeanor.

Wei Ji sneered and lashed out, "You're so fucking anxious now?"

He turned to the person behind him and snarled, "Get the medicine in! Quick!"

Turning back, the fury in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, and he swung his fist at Chen Huixing's face.

"Bang!"

The blow was so hard and powerful that Chen Huixing's head tilted sideways, and blood instantly formed at the corner of his mouth. He licked his split lip, his eyes frighteningly sinister. "All this is because of you..."

"Bullshit!" Wei Ji pinned him against the wall, his elbow at his throat. "If you hadn't pushed him to this point, would Ji Qing be like this?!" Chen

Huixing broke free and delivered a counterpunch. "If you hadn't bewitched him time and time again, we wouldn't be here today!"

Alpha's voice trembled with a suppressed tremor. "Even if he lied to me, he would have kept on lying... We could have..."

We could have lived in peace like this forever.

As Wei Ji steadied himself, he heard the news of the transformation potion nearby. His mind buzzed. Chen Huixing had actually injected Pei Jiqing with that stuff?! His blood rushed to his head, and murderous intent practically solidified.

"Chen Huixing! Are you fucking crazy?!"

"Did you know Jiqing had a serious pheromone-related illness before? It nearly cost him his life!"

"He even gave birth to your child!" Wei Ji practically gritted his teeth. "What else are you dissatisfied with?!"

Chen Huixing's body trembled violently, and his grip on Wei Ji suddenly loosened. His pupils constricted, and the color drained from his face. "What...? What do you mean by dying?"

Chen Huixing pushed him away. Wei Ji watched as the once-arrogant man stumbled back two steps, barely stabilizing himself against the wall.

Wei Ji's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his chest: "He died because of the pheromone pollution in the downtown area... When he was sick that year, I didn't even dare to touch him..."

"I just stayed by his side like that. If I had known I would meet a beast like you..."

Shen Huixing's eyes suddenly changed: "Tell me clearly, what disease is there."

"Inferior inhibitors." Wei Ji seemed to grind these words from between his teeth, "You pampered Alphas, you always use the highest-grade inhibitors, right? You say my medicine is fake? Kick me out of the Asian Union? You have no idea how many people are waiting for medicine to save their lives..."

The light from the corridor shone down palely.

Every word Wei Ji said hit Shen Huixing's heart: "Ji Qing is a low-level Omega. That year, he was surrounded by several gangsters. They used pheromones to oppress him and forced him into estrus. If I had been a step later, he would have scratched his glands with broken glass."

"Later, because of using black market drugs, he stayed in the ICU for half a month."

Wei Ji thought of that time again.

"He had a raging fever, his pheromones distorted to the point of being unconscious. The doctor told me he might not survive the night."

Horrifying memories flooded back.

The young Omega whimpered like a small animal in his coma, his fingers clenched tightly around the bedsheets, his knuckles white from the torture.

"I knelt on the ground, begging the doctor to use a banned drug," Wei Ji suddenly laughed, his eyes crimson. "Do you know the irony? The thing that saved him was what you call 'fake medicine'!" Chen

Huixing's face paled instantly.

Memories of the past few days shredded into his mind. Pei Jiqing's pale lips moved, tears of despair welling in his eyes. His fingers clutched the corner of his shirt, his voice hoarse, "No... Chen Huixing, I really can't... I'll die..."

Pei Jiqing pleaded, repeating no, he'd die. Chen Huixing's hands trembled uncontrollably.

How did he respond?

Chen Huixing still injected him with drugs, suppressing him with stronger pheromones, and possessing him in a more cruel way, crushing all those pleadings in lust.

His heart was suddenly clenched by invisible claws, and the pain made Chen Huixing almost bend over.

Pei Jiqing had clearly begged him so many times, so desperately.

Chen Huixing thought he was lying to him again, pretending to be pitiful.

Chen Huixing had been looking for him for several months and was almost going crazy.

His mind was full of Pei Jiqing who could no longer leave. When he learned about the existence of the transformation agent, he paid attention to it. He thought at that time that since Pei Jiqing cared so much about the matching degree, they should be 90%.

Pei Jiqing finally gave up. He stopped lying on the bed crying and looked at Chen Huixing in despair. He said, "Chen Huixing, I died in your hands." Chen

Huixing's eyes were red, and he said in a trance, "I don't know... He never told me..."

Wei Ji's sneer was like a slap in the face: "Yes, what should he, such a strong-willed person, tell you?"

Every word he said afterwards was filled with sharp sarcasm: "Tell you how he grew up in the sewers of the downtown area? Tell you about his illegitimate identity that was despised for many years, or how he was traded as a commodity? Have you ever treated him as a human being all these years?"

Every word was like a knife, cutting into the heart and bones.

Chen Huixing finally squeezed out a dry sentence: "I have."

Like a carefully polished mirror suddenly cracking with spiderweb-like patterns, Chen Huixing's voice was hoarse and inaudible: "He is my Omega, my family. I give him everything he wants. Isn't that enough?"

Wei Ji: "Chen Huixing, you're truly hopeless. It's pathetic that you're so arrogant."

"Do you think he really wants to be your canary? Your captive omega? Have you seen how dazzling he is on TV? How could you bear to clip his wings?"

The air suddenly froze.

The invisible oppression of those years—the knife of words, the shackles of power, the prison of pheromones—had long since crushed that proud soul to pieces.

And the most ridiculous thing was that the perpetrators had the audacity to talk about "respect."

Chen Huixing suddenly remembered the light that had gradually faded in Pei Jiqing's eyes—it turned out that it wasn't meekness, but despair like a dead heart.

Chen Huixing vaguely remembered that Pei Jiqing had once so brightly asked him for many things: the most expensive custom-made dress in the window, the glittering gems at the auction, the confidence and pride that was enough to look down on the entire upper class.

He gave them all, without any stinginess, and willingly. But what happened later? Later, Pei Jiqing's eyes gradually became silent, and what he wanted became freedom, which turned into a cold signature on the divorce agreement.

He couldn't give it to him!

Just imagining the scene of Pei Jiqing leaving completely was like a blunt knife cutting back and forth on his heart.

If Pei Jiqing was given freedom, Shen Huixing would probably die - not in the physical sense, but in the excruciating pain of having half of his soul gouged out.

The lights in the operating room were on until midnight.

Those forcibly injected S-level Alph hormones were rampant in Pei Jiqing's blood vessels, torturing the already fragile Omega body beyond recognition.

False estrus came in waves, and Pei Jiqing's fragile glands couldn't bear it at all.

When the doctor took off his mask, with cold sweat on his forehead, he said to Shen Huixing: "The mark must be removed, otherwise the Omega glands will continue to work and exhaust him to death."

Alph hormones are so strong for Omegas, not to mention that Shen Huixing injected Pei Jiqing with a large amount of the mixture at one time.

When Chen Huixing, Pei Jiqing's Alpha, took the consent form, he noticed for the first time that his hands were shaking.

He had signed countless names and reviewed documents that could change the lifeblood of a nation, but never before had he felt the weight of the pen nearly break his wrist, as he did now.

The moment the ink spread across the paper, it felt like Pei Jiqing's precarious lifeline was tied to this light sheet of paper.

"Save him... please... save him..."

Chen Huixing's voice echoed in the corridor outside the operating room, trembling and humbled as never before.

But time doesn't stop for anyone, and Pei Jiqing's life didn't allow for hesitation, regret, or pain.

The two Alphas stayed vigil on the cold chair all night, neither wanting to speak.

An S-level physique should be tireless. Chen Huixing had worked for 72 hours straight without even frowning, but now he felt tired. The fatigue didn't come from the body, but from the depths of his soul, as if someone was draining his very bones, inch by inch.

When the door of the operating room was finally opened, the sight of Pei Jiqing being pushed out almost made Chen Huixing's heart stop. He was so pale, so quiet, like the last snowflakes on a winter night, so fragile that it seemed as if it would dissipate at the touch.

Under the oxygen mask, the once bright face was bloodless, and even the rise and fall of his chest was so weak that it was almost invisible.

Chen Huixing rushed forward, and when his fingertips finally touched the faint pulse on Pei Jiqing's wrist, he instantly trembled like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood.

The beating sound was so faint, but more precious than any sound from nature.

In a trance, he suddenly remembered the day of his wedding - Pei Jiqing was holding a snow-white bouquet, standing in the sun and smiling at him.

He was like a newly blooming spring cherry at that time, with even the corners of his eyes showing a sweet arc.

But now, his Omega was lying on the hospital bed, and even the last bit of life was about to dissipate.

And all this was caused by him.